Parent Conferences – Freebie

1. It’s a Minimum Day week – dismissal is at 12:30pm and we actually had a non-student day today. I love this week.

2. I am so tired of talking that when I get home, Steve wonders what is wrong with me.

3. When seeing some of the parents walk into my room, I feel confused and I wonder if I’ve ever met them before, and then I’m afraid I’m talking about the wrong student the entire time, and I feel sweaty and nervous until they say his/her name and then I can relax.

Well, that’s not a couple of things – that’s three, but you get the idea.

I am completely finished with all of my parent conferences. Everyone came and there were no tears (on my part or theirs) and I feel as free as a bird! Tomorrow and Friday, I will have extra prep time since the kids go home early — it’s like a BONUS! I have huge plans to organize some things and get some projects done, but every year I am disappointed in the amount of work I seem unable to tackle.

It’s a personal problem and usually involves me starting something, getting sidetracked, starting something else, seeing a friend, chatting with her, taking a long{ish} lunch, wondering where I put something, looking for it, finding something else that was missing, and on and on and on it goes. It’s a sickness.

This also happens when I’m setting up my room at the beginning of the year.

Maybe you can use it . . . or maybe you’ve already had your parent conferences or maybe you don’t care.

Just a forewarning: even if you have this sign on the door, and the door is closed, and there are chairs outside your door, it is still entirely possible that a big ole family will come waltzing into the classroom while you’re in the middle of a conference with a different parent.

In other words, while your conference is in progress.

Everyone will stare at each other for what seems like an eternity even though I am sure it’s only about twenty seconds, and a little sibling will run up to hug and squeeze you, and there is nothing you can do but oblige the little one because he/she is so adorable and you want to take him/her home, and you can’t really help it. You can’t.

It’s not your fault. I mean, you have a sign.

Once you get them out, you have to refocus on the current parent and find your place and figure out where you left off and all you can really think is I don’t get it. Did the sign blow off the door? I don’t understand. It’s such a cute sign! It’s got a nice border and cute clip art and amazing KG fonts . . . what in the world just happened?

But, instead, you just say, I love so-and-so and I am thrilled that she is in my class!

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